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Kylie

I stepped out of the elevator. I had half a mind to slink back into the lift when my senses caught the unfamiliarity of Bachelor's territory. It was the polar opposite to Sassy's floor. Sure, it was cosmetics on steroids but Bachelor, if I'm to be unabashedly honest, is the ultimate man cave. Not that it's my first time. The atmosphere just overwhelms me every time. And the fact that sports and all things man can barely be contained in one floor.

Setting foot on Bachelor felt like stepping into a field where I could get tackled by sports fanatic anytime. And speaking of, I almost jump back when I nearly ran headfirst into Bachelor's sports editor, Mark Sinclair. (Comment here if you know who this guy is 😏)

He gave me a smile. "Sorry, Kylie." He side-stepped, clearing my way.

"It's okay." I smiled back.

"Boss has been waiting." He winks before disappearing to the elevator.

I blink, my cheeks flushed. I felt curious gazes from behind computer desks, but I surged on. I headed to his office, stopping by his assistant's desk. We've known each other through emails. The only time we get a face to face communication is when Bachelor and Sassy are required to be in the same place at the same time.

"Kylie." He beams, gesturing me to the half-opened door of Christian's office. "We've been eagerly expecting you."

"I can go in?" I ask hesitantly.

"Yep. The boss will be pleased." He wags his brows at me.

I tamp down the blush that threatened to color my cheek. "Okay, then."

I took reluctant steps toward the door, my mind going over the reasons why I was there in the first place. Christian told me I wouldn't survive a minute in his floor. No, he bet. Smugly, I might add. So, I got annoyed and told him I'd be coming to his office myself when I'm ready for the "lunch" I surprisingly didn't decline.

I absently push the door further open, my feet rooting frozen to the floor when I realized he wasn't alone.

Christian sits back coolly on his swivel chair, a pen in his hand he was clicking as he nods to the four other men occupying the four seats behind his mahogany desk.

The startled gasp must have given me away because Christian's blue eyes lifted from the documents on his table and steadied on me.

They actually turned even bluer.

My heart skipped a beat.

Four more heads turn to my direction. There were grins on their faces. It took me a minute to realize they were Bachelor's pride. If Sassy has Alexis Wayne, Julie Montgomery, Aimee Anderson and Violet Dawson, Bachelor has Hunter Morris, Silas Forde, Jacob West and Mitchell Caine. 

Their gazes landed on me, amused and appreciative.

I blushed. "Sorry. I'm gonna," I took a step back.

Christian shakes his head, a little frown of disapproval between his brows. "We're just wrapping things up. I'm all yours for the day, Buttercup." He winked and rewarded me with a slow, playboy smile.

I blushed harder.

As if on cue, his writers stood.

"You heard the boss." Jacob moved toward me, his hand making dramatic gesture to Christian.

Hunter, Mitchell and Silas followed suit, offering easy smiles that I know work every time they're on their dating games. They're the male versions of Sassy's Relationship department. And I'm pretty sure they mastered the art of all things women. They know exactly how to sway. Most importantly, they know women's Achilles tendon.

It wasn't just the mastery. They have their looks too. Delectable looks, if I'm allowed to say.

Dark hair. Coffee brown eyes that mesmerize. Square jaw.

I'm openly staring, and I don't even bother to feel ashamed of it. Apparently, good looks are a part of the résumé at Bachelor.

"Nice to see you, Kyles."

They brush past me and exited the door. I stared after them. I don't know for how long, but when Christian cleared his throat, I realized it might have been longer than necessary.

"You're swooning over my writers." He stood up from his chair, the frown growing deep as he closes the door and locked it.

I raised a brow at him. "Did you just lock the door?"

"I can't risk having you swooning over them," he mutters moodily.

I wanted to laugh but decided against it when I realized he was being serious. His mouth pursed into a grumpy pout and he was practically scowling. "You can't blame me for drooling. I don't know how you hire people here, but those men are extremely good looking."

He walked around his desk, eyes narrowing. "I'm starting to question my choices right about now."

I let out a laugh. "I'm ready for lunch. Unless you want to cancel."

"Cancel? What am I, crazy?" He frowned.

I held back a smile.

I never knew Christian Parkinson is cute when he's grumpy.

"Are you suddenly insecure?" I feigned gasp, just to add injury to the wound.

"I think I am now." He shoves his arms over his chest, running a speculative gaze across my face. "Are you trying not to laugh right now?"

"No." Then a little laugh came out to betray me.

His eyebrow raised. "I'm a little hurt that you're making fun of me."

"Well, it's just strange to me that someone like you can be insecure."

His brow twitched higher. "Someone like me?"

"Yes," I shrugged, "you know someone like you."

Christian's mouth tilted into a lopsided smile. He started walking toward me, his fingertips purposefully brushing his desk. "Be careful what you say next. Need I remind you that the door is locked?"

I gulped, taking a step back. "I just meant someone like you. Someone I think is gorgeous. And you know, hot," I sputtered. When his smile grew, I knew I said the wrong things. "All women think you are." I rolled my shoulders, hoping to recover from the slip.

He walks across the room, stopping in front of me.

I tuck my arms over my chest as if protecting myself from the embarrassment. My cheeks burned so much. "You know that."

His hand went to my face, his fingers touching the colors of my cheek. His eyes were tender, and he idly brushes his fingertips where my skin colored. Then his smile dwindled as they twisted a strand of my hair in his forefinger. "You curled your hair again."

My breath caught in my throat. I didn't know which surprises me more – the fact that he noticed I curled my hair or that I was happy it pleased him.

Christian held my gaze hostage.

Then a telephone rings and I jumped back, startled.

He had the cocky grin back in place when he moved to his desk to answer the call. "Sorry. Just let me take this and we're good to go."

I listened to the one-sided conversation, turning my attention to the articles his columnists must have turned in this morning. I took a baby step toward his desk and looked down the first article on the pile.

Christian leans over and plastered a hand over the paper. He pressed the telephone on his shoulder blade, turning his attention to me. "I wouldn't want to read this. Or any of these articles."

I took another glance of the paper and flushed when my eyes caught the word "G-spot."

Christian chuckles. "See? Definitely not for your eyes, Buttercup."

I stare at him, at loss for words.

Okay, guys. Wrapping up the feel-good chapters. You'll hate me on the next updates. lol. Anyways, what do you think? Where to do you want to work? Bachelor or Sassy?

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